老翁訴女 The Old Man's Tale
行者聽見道:「這個獃根,這等胡說,可不諕了師父?等老孫再去看看。」他把棍藏在身邊,走上前,迎著怪物,叫聲:「老官兒,往那裡去?怎麼又走路,又念經?」那妖精錯認了定盤星,把孫大聖也當做個等閑的,遂答道:「長老啊,我老漢祖居此地,一生好善齋僧,看經念佛。命裡無兒,止生得一個小女,招了個女婿。今早送飯下田,想是遭逢虎口。老妻先來找尋,也不見回去。全然不知下落,老漢特來尋看。果然是傷殘他命,也沒奈何,將他骸骨收拾回去,安葬塋中。」行者听见道:「这个呆根,这等胡说,可不諕了师父?等老孙再去看看。」他把棍藏在身边,走上前,迎着怪物,叫声:「老官儿,往那里去?怎么又走路,又念经?」那妖精错认了定盘星,把孙大圣也当做个等闲的,遂答道:「长老啊,我老汉祖居此地,一生好善斋僧,看经念佛。命里无儿,止生得一个小女,招了个女婿。今早送饭下田,想是遭逢虎口。老妻先来找寻,也不见回去。全然不知下落,老汉特来寻看。果然是伤残他命,也没奈何,将他骸骨收拾回去,安葬茔中。」
逐句解 Line by line
Overhearing this, Pilgrim said, "That blockhead — talking such rubbish, won't he frighten the Master?
Read what he is worried about. Not the demon, not the spell, not his own dismissal — that Bajie's doom-mongering will frighten the old man. After two beatings and two expulsions his first thought is still his master's peace of mind. 獃根 is "blockhead", a shade coarser than the usual 獃子. (諕 is xià, and 不 rises to bú before it.)
"Let old Sun go and take another look."
看看 — just have a look. He has promised not to strike, so he goes to look. The third reconnaissance, and technically within the letter of his word.
He hid the cudgel by his side, went forward, and facing the monster called out: "Old sir — where are you off to?
He hides the cudgel behind him first, which tells you what he expects to find. 老官兒 is a polite and faintly folksy way of addressing an old man, "old sir", carrying the small 兒 tag. The courtesy is entirely assumed: this is a man with a weapon behind his back asking a friendly question. (藏 is cáng, "to conceal"; 著 is zhe; 那裡 asks, so nǎ lǐ.)
"How is it you're walking the road, and reciting sutras too?"
The question looks innocent and is a probe. You are too infirm to manage the road, and yet you are chanting as you walk? It is the same move he made on the old woman's arithmetic: find the detail that does not fit, and lean on it.
The fiend, misreading its gauge and taking the Great Sage for some ordinary creature, answered: "Reverend, this old man's family has lived here for generations, all my life delighting in good works, feeding monks, reading scriptures and reciting the Buddha's name.
定盤星 is a fine piece of shop-floor vocabulary. On a steelyard balance it is the fixed mark that tells you where zero is; to 錯認了定盤星 is to misread your own scale, to take a wrong measure of something without knowing you have. She has weighed Wukong and got the answer badly wrong, treating him as 等閑的, just anybody. It is the mistake that kills her. (那 points, nà; 當 is dàng, "to regard as"; 長老 takes 長 as zhǎng; 佛 is Fó.)
"Fated to have no son, I got but one small daughter, and took in a son-in-law.
Notice how exactly this matches what the maiden said back in the first disguise: no son, one daughter, a son-in-law taken into the household. She is not improvising. She has held her story straight across three faces and several hours. (兒 here is the full noun ér, "a son"; 得 is the toneless complement marker.)
"This morning she took food down to the fields — set upon, I fear, by some tiger's maw.
虎口, the tiger's mouth, is the standard image for a violent end — and on this particular mountain it is entirely credible, since Wukong cleared the place of tigers in the chapter's second passage. She is explaining away the first body without ever mentioning a body.
"My old wife went first to look for her, and hasn't come back either.
And the second body, explained the same way. The wife went looking and did not come back. Two disguises retroactively converted into two missing persons.
"With no trace of either of them, this old man has come out on purpose to look.
So the story closes on itself: a family of three, two of them gone, the last of them out searching. There is nothing left in it for anyone to catch hold of.
"If it's true that their lives were cut short, there's no help for it — I'll gather up their bones and carry them home to be buried in the family plot."
The last touch is the one that would undo most listeners: if they are dead, I shall gather up their bones and bury them at home. 塋 (yíng) is the family burial plot. Grief, resignation and duty in a single sentence, and every word of it bait. There is an accident in it too, which she cannot see: bones gathered up on this mountain is exactly how the chapter ends, and they will be hers. (將 fronts the object; 中 is zhōng.)
The old man's tale is the demon's most elaborate fiction and her cleverest, because it retroactively binds the two earlier disguises into one coherent grief: a daughter taken by a tiger, a wife lost searching for her, an aged father come out to gather their bones. Every previous killing is folded into a plausible domestic tragedy. It is a small masterpiece of narrative cover.
Its fatal flaw is hubris. She misreads her own scale, taking the Great Sage for just anybody — a dupe like the master she has thrice deceived. Having succeeded so completely with Tripitaka, she assumes the same pious grief will serve on the one being on this mountain whom no disguise has ever fooled.
Wukong plays the scene with wary craft. He hides the cudgel, assumes courtesy, and needles at the seams — an old man too infirm for the road, chanting as he walks — exactly as he went at the old woman's arithmetic. Bound by his promise and by the threat of the spell, he probes before he strikes. The reader knows the probing is a formality.